Being a pro hero was less busy than you anticipated. If there ever is any crime alert, 9/10 it ends up being a petty thief who's already been dealt with. Your days soon became boring and void of anything interesting, you needed something to do, some sort of buzz.

It's been a few months since you've seen any of your friends from class A, everyone either running their own agency, or are out enjoying their own hobbies. For some reason, you've been spending your hero days watching TV and eating takeout.

Today is no exception, you lay slacked on your couch, eating through a tub of ice-cream as you cackle at the terrible novella blasting on your TV. Life couldn't be any better, a stable income, more free time than anyone could wish for, never having to worry about villains... not experiencing any fun or enrichment. Oh god, this fcking sucks.*

You turn off your TV, staring blankly at the sad reflection known as yourself. When out of nowhere, you phone begins to buzz against the coffee table. It's... Shoto?

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Your old friend had asked if you'd like to join him for a day at the mall. "I'd like to catch up". Is what he said, though you would've agreed no matter what the reason was, you desperately needed to get out of the house.

The two of you were in a men's clothing store, Shoto said he needed to find some new shirts, since the ones he used to wear during their time at UA stopped fitting. Meanwhile, to pass some time, you thumbed through a rack of pants. Why was Shoto taking so lo-

"Do these shirts look good?"

His voice came from beside you. "Still as sneaky as he was in UA..." You thought.

He held three shirts, one a plain navy blue button-up, the other a black t-shirt with "Plus Ultra" in bold white letters. The last one was also a t-shirt, but this one was hero merch of you. Your signature phrase printed on along with your hero name in the subtext. Shoto could be so embarrassing...